allegro

I knew a girl once
Bright, cruel child of God-
No more cruel than love or nature
Were I fair
As she was.

The first sin is doubt
Not so much of God
But of one's self

Second, seeking hope
Outside one's self
Not so much of God.

These things I learned
And learned nothing beyond
The slow warm flush, sitting in the sun,
Remembering a shared night
Before other nights-
Remembering her strengths,
And her beautiful pain I could not touch:
This is past and I still doubt
But then too,
I hope.

And so, if we are fallen
I hope we fall together
In a glorious tangle;
I hope you seek to touch my pain
And make it less, as I would touch yours
And hope to hear something like pain
But changed.

Let your touch be sinful,
graceful child
And never doubt that I am yours.

And after Agatha Clay [*sigh* ] I have to ask... did you do anything for Halloween this year?

Why do I always proofread *after* the edit time is up?
Last line, "is".